dublin city

Marith filked this little song for me:

Tell my Kit when I go home
The boys won’t get the moving done
They packed the cats and they lost the phone
But that’s all right till we get home

She is famous, she is witty
She is the Kit of Dublin city
She is writing, one-two-three
Please won’t you sign this book for me?

*tired giggles*

Dinner with Trent last night was a lot of fun, though traffic monstrosities conspired to keep him away for two hours after we’d planned to meet. Still, there was lots of time for dinner (and you didn’t talk too much, Trent), and it was awesome to meet him in person after all these years. He walked me back to the terminal, and I staggered off to the plane.

Where, thank goodness, I was sufficiently tired to sleep nearly all the flight. I read THE EYRE AFFAIR or whatever it’s called by Jasper Fforde. It was very entertaining. And then I went to sleep, which I wasn’t sure I would, but surprisingly I hunkered down under my sleeping mask and with my no-noise headphones and when I looked up again the Fantastic Four was over and they were a third or so of the way into The Notebook, which was the other in-flight movie. I went back to sleep and more or less didn’t wake up until we were circling over Ireland to land.

For a few seconds there, I got excited. :)

…and frankly, I’m too tired to post much more. Mom & Dad and Breic & Seirid picked me up from the airport and I’ve had a lovely day with the family, and now I’m going to bed. I’ll post more later.

*tud*